saw a portable dvd player at montgomery mall today and stared at it lustfully for a minute or two. i don’t know what i’ll do in daneland without movies. no tv, no vcr, no computer w/ dvd capability. i’m going to go into withdrawal. with luck my modern european film class will compensate. and i guess i can seek out a local theater to get friendly with.
today was all shopping, all day. but most successfully, third time being the charm i suppose. first stop was to return something to hechts. second stop was to the army/navy store where a slightly psycho man in fatigues and thinning hair led us through aisle after aisle pointing out rifle bags, medicine bags, even gas mask bags (“these are quite popular with the ladies. what grade are you in? college?”) my mother and i shuddered and left.
third stop, montgomery mall, the yuppiest of yuppie hangouts. i went through all of nordstrom’s bathrobes, ending up with the only XS thing they had, a long green and white plaid flannel number. it created the same effect that throwing a blanket over me would have. feeling that comfort outweighed attractiveness we bought it initially. it didn’t fill the robe-shaped hole in my heart, though, as i told my mother, so after we bought kickass dansko boots we returned it. upstairs, the selection of bags was similarly depressing: coollooking and roomy, sure, and every one over $100. my mother was so desperate she nearly plunked down the cash but i dragged her into the rest of the mall.
we reacted at that point like a grim faced gymnast given one last chance to make it through her floor routine. in rapid succession we purchased: wool pants and wool sweater from j. crew (excellent with the boots); 2 duffel bags that collapse into something the size of a frisbee (one for me, one for adam); a black silk buttondown shirt from vicky’s — the polar opposite of the chunky, utilitarian robe –; pants for my brother; batteries; 2 diet cokes and a chocolate chip cookie; and a BAG a dark red roomy coollooking goddamned BAG i’m quite excited about (in case you couldn’t tell).
by ten of seven, we were exhausted, dragging our feet, and satisfied.
quote of the day, from xandra: “The truth is, the day that nearly all of my musical interests match my shoes, that’s the day I shoot my self in the foot.” amen child. now i’m going to go collapse in a corner. being a woman and leaving the country is hard work.